Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.

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Britain's most exciting young sextet returns with an album that's bursting with passion, rapture and the sheer magic and madness of falling in love. Featuring new works by Stephen Hough and the eternally classic Liebeslieder Waltzer by Bra ...» More

The green tendrils of the vine creep low along the ground. How gloomy, too, the lovely young girl looks! Why, green tendrils! Why do you not stretch up to the sky? Why, lovely girl! Why is your heart so heavy? How can the vine grow tall without support? How can the girl be joyful, when her lover’s far away?

A pretty little bird flew off into a garden full of fruit. Were I a pretty little bird, I’d not hesitate, I’d do the same. But treacherous lime-twigs lay in wait; the poor bird could not fly away. Were I a pretty little bird, I’d hesitate, not do the same. The bird alighted on a fair hand, the lucky thing wanted nothing more. Were I pretty little bird, I’d not hesitate, I’d do the same.

All seemed rosy at one time with my life, with my love! Through a wall, through ten walls, my lover’s gaze would reach me. But now, alas, I stand in front of his cool gaze, neither his eyes, nor his heart, takes note of me.

On the Danube’s shore there stands a house, from its windows a rosy girl looks out. The girl is excellently guarded, ten bolts are fixed to her door. Ten bolts of iron – a mere trifle! I’ll break them down, as though they were glass.